Peter Last Friday we took Peter out of the boy's room and moved him in with Abraham...for many reasons. In Abraham's room, I have a baby monitor. Which Peter knows about but for some reason doesn't think it will monitor *him*, only the baby. Anyway, he's in there getting dressed right now. And he's singing. Neither he nor Sol can carry a tune at all. Actually, I don't think they really understand what singing is. I've tried teaching them, but it's always a yell on any note they happen to find. Oh well. So Peter is in there singing (yelling)(not sure of Spanish spelling...doesn't matter at this point): Alabrale Alabrale Alabrale Alabrale Alabrale a mi Senor (I will worship my Lord) Then heads into his own song: Jesus is my Lord, He'll be my Shepherd and take care of me, And I will beeeeeeeeeeeee (big long yell, owie ears!) eating ice cream in heaven and hippos and cars will be on the wall And I will beeeeeeeeeeee (yowie!!!) riding uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup to heaven. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I've considered turning the monitor off to save my ears, but as horrible as the singing sounds, it encourages me as to what is actually in that little man's head. Man looks on the outside. God looks on the heart. Repeat that 100 times today, Shurleen Solomon I was in the baby's room, changing Abe's diaper. "Can I come in, Mom?" Sol asked. "Sure." Sol played with the baby's hand for a moment. "After I finish brushing my teeth, what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Is your bed made?" "No. I'll do that." he said. Pause. "I'm going to try really hard to obey you today," Sol said. "Good," I said. "That will make me very happy. You know what happens when you obey, don't you?" "I get more privileges?" he said. "Well, yes, that too," I said. "But something else as well. Everytime you obey me, you are saying 'I love you, Mom. Your words are important to me. This is how I'm showing you that I love you.'" "I didn't know that," he said. "Yep. And when you disobey, you are saying 'I don't like you, Mom. I don't like your words. They mean nothing to me.'" "That isn't what I mean when I disobey," Solomon said. "Well, that's what your actions say. So the fact that you are going to obey me today makes me feel very happy and very loved," I said. "Oh," he said. He stared at the wall for a moment and then left the room. And then I heard my words repeated to me in my head? in my heart? somewhere: "When you obey me, Shurleen, you are saying, 'I love you, Lord. Your words are important to me. I want to show You how much I love You.'When you obey Me, Shurleen, it makes Me feel loved by you."   Oh, wow. Oh, wow.